Summers, sunsets , silky evenings that slip to night- when my life ends these are the sorts of moments that I think I will hold closest. Sometimes they feel like my everything, as the day dissolves, it seems so do a lot of other things. The terrors that so often ruin my mind silly sit still and I I’ll just sit idly while Biba, in a sun-down ritual, skips around, finally feeling energetic enough as the skies cool down. And this evening, even as it cooled down, I was sweating and worrying about how the sweat would look in these photos. With no makeup on and hair that hasn’t seen a straightner in weeks, I thought sweat might be just a little too ‘bare’ and I’d look bad. But then I looked at Biba and noticed something so simple; the utter disregard she has for her appearance. How totally unaware of what she looks like physically. She’s far more concerned about the air under her paws as she finally stopped panting after a hot day. How invigorating, how amazing to not care at all. To forget your hair, the colour on your lips, the wrinkles under your eyes or the size of your hips – how beautiful to not even glance in a mirror, even just for one entire day or a week. Now, an utter disregard like Biba’s isn’t quite feasible for me, but this evening, watching the sun fade, sweaty and happy, I vowed to once again, care a little less about what I look like. Giving myself wholeheartedly to all the vibrating experiences of how I feel instead. Beauty inevitably fades, at times I can already see mine wrinkling and shrinking in tiny ways – but emotions, experiences, those huge big things we call feelings? They stick and they stay. Right down into your soul, tucked into your rib cage and cosy in the blankets of your brain , and just like the sunset I watched tonight, they are irrevocably, everything. It’s the life you live rather than the way you look living it that makes this whole crazy journey on earth, beautiful. I hope you set out to watch a sunset soon this summer too and I hope you resolve to do the same.